Now when the wretched chaplain
no help saw in his need,
Backward again he turn’d him;
sore was his plight indeed.
Yet though to swim he knew not,
God help’d him with His hand,
That safe and sound in body
he got once more to land.
Now when the wretched chaplain
no help saw in his need,
Backward again he turn’d him;
sore was his plight indeed.
Yet though to swim he knew not,
God help’d him with His hand,
That safe and sound in body
he got once more to land.